Aged Mirrors (89) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler
Aged Mirrors (89)
Old hours.
We're no longer alone in our eyes.
We realize we see the garden
And it sees us.
Evening like a sleeping sea.
In its water:
All the dreams of our rivers.
Liquid dusk.
The last winding of the river:
So expected. So sudden.
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Friday, December 24, 2021
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